Un Coeur en Hiver Page #3

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suddenly let go if it seems right

Like with Rgine, we'd slave away...

...then maybe talk all night

In Rome once we had decided to...

I can feel your attention slipping

I'm listening... seeing...

I love to watch you talk

- Will you come again?

- Of course

I'm glad you came

I'm sorry, I couldn't...

Today I don't think...

Pass me the honey, please

I must try to get up this afternoon

You're looking well

- When do you start today?

- Ten o'clock

- What's the matter?

- Nothing

I wonder if he really likes

what I do

What are you talking about?

He didn't turn up, seemed put out

when I called

- But you told him to stay away

- I'm not talking about Maxime

I'm talking about Stphane

I don't understand. When he's there,

he's there

Then suddenly it's as if

I didn't exist

I'm going to be late

Again

Funny, it's really so easy

I think I've seen it. Never mind,

I've forgotten the end

Not seeing her? Are you

proud of yourself?

You want me to push things?

Playing dead just makes it worse

for her

You overestimate my

powers of attraction

No, I don't; nor do you

When a woman gets that far,

she's unlikely to retreat

- She hasn't called again

- Which means nothing

He's usually punctual

- Who?

- Franois. I said he was coming

- The lawyer?

- Yes. Do you mind?

You never know with jealousy

- What about Maxime?

- He's fine, brimming with life

Has she talked to him?

Maybe; I doubt it

Sorry, parking problems

Hlne has told me a lot about you

It's intimidating; I know she

values your opinion

It was a bargain. I can decorate as

I like, so I jumped at it

Everything all right?

- What do you think?

- It's a nice room

You're seeing to everything?

Camille hasn't time

with a tour coming up

The bedroom

Bathroom there... the music room

That's nothing; maybe for Rgine

if she's unhappy

The kitchen will be bigger

with the partition gone

Neither of us can cook,

but there you are

She has to feel comfortable here

I must call her... let her

set her seal on it

At the apartment with Stphane

You want to speak...

Yes, it's coming on

They're painting

The recording's fine.

I heard the first mix

See you tonight. I love you

Is something wrong?

Can I have some water?

It must be the smell of paint

Is this it?

- Like a bag?

- No, thanks. What do I owe you?

Have you Chekhov's stories

in paperback?

I know it wasn't easy. Thank you,

you've restored its youth

My taxi's here. Time for me

to leave my friends

Stphane is marvellous

Landron's madly happy

Can you get me this London number?

I forgot to call.

I may have to go there

I can go if you like

- This is new

- Yes, you convinced me

If you want to, it would help me

- You must be hungry

- A bit

Is it too late to eat...

something cold?

They've been working since eight

Your call, Maxime

- When do you finish?

- Tomorrow, in theory

Maxime said you were quite pleased

I think so... I'm not sure any more

Are you all right?

Why are you avoiding me?

I'm not avoiding you

Was it something I said or did?

Not at all; I've been very busy

I thought you cared about my work

Is it because of Maxime?

You might have scruples

as he's your friend

There's no friendship between us

No friendship?

We've been partners for years;

we complement each other

It's to our mutual interest,

that's all

He thinks of you as a friend

I can't prevent that

- I don't believe you

- Why?

Because it's not something one admits

to. It's true. Are you shocked?

No, saddened

Misusing words is sad

You devalue them, and everything else

What are you protecting yourself from?

I seem to be laying myself open

You aren't like that; nobody is

It's a pose

Do you want me to invent reasons,

traumas?

Unhappy childhood, sexual frustration,

career nipped in the bud?

No, I don't see it

My brothers and sisters did find me

naturally sly and secretive

I admit it freely

Offering this unpleasant image of

yourself is a bit facile, isn't it?

A bit. I'm sorry

You act as if emotions didn't exist

Yet you love music

Music is the stuff of dreams

Sorry, they don't want you.

They prefer someone they know

Too bad; it's their loss

I'm off. See you later

Your table's ready, Maxime

I'm feeling low

It has nothing to do with the sonatas

I've never lied to you,

and don't want to start now

What's happened?

Nothing

He's attracted to you

I sense it, I see it

I know him...

...better than he thinks

He's always hanging around

the musicians

At the apartment that day, it was

as though his mind blanked out

Like a malaise

What about you?

It's like...

...a pressure

It's there

I try to...

...but I do think about it...

...all the time

It crossed my mind, but

I wouldn't believe it

Beating him up isn't on

I need air. Like to come for a walk?

Not gone yet?

Just boarding. I'll miss Camille's

last day of recording. Can you go?

I'm counting on you

- You have a car?

- Yes

- It's long since I've been so moved

- Thanks, but it's thanks to him

You were right; I'm so pleased

Will you take my violin?

I'm going with Stphane

But we're all having dinner

I know, but no

- What shall I tell them?

- I'll leave it to you

Are you sure you...

Yes, everything's all right

Recording with Barbizet, we weren't

allowed to retake sections

I'd never played it like that

Yesterday was good, but flat.

Today, I felt inspired

- Right through to the end

- It seemed so easy

How about a drink?

- Any idea where?

- Some hotel, maybe

I played for you

I spoke to Maxime

About us

It was hard

He heard me out

I told him what happened

I want you

It's not like me, but

I had to tell you

I don't think I can give you

what you're looking for

You want it, too. I know you

and accept you as you are

I don't mind about this closed world

you built round yourself long ago

I'm here for you. Look at me

You can't go on living like that;

you must see that you're changing

You're beautiful, you're going to be

a great musician

You have almost a surfeit of gifts

So, since I'm perfect...

But you insist on seeing me

as you imagined me

I'm not that person

Don't deceive yourself;

it's so simple

I must tell you the truth

I'd decided to seduce you,

without loving you...

...probably to get at Maxime

One doesn't "decide"

You don't understand

You talk of feelings to which

I have no access

I don't love you

Don't talk, please

Don't look at me

You make me sick!

It's my life!

I've made an appointment

and you're going

No, I won't go! What can he say

that I don't already know?

Don't smoke, don't drink, don't f***!

All right, don't go; see if I care

- Here's your book

- Don't bother, I'm sick of it

So let yourself go completely,

don't make any effort

You're into everything...

...nosing about like a bulldozer

with your big b*obs

Don't be coarse

You always have to change the subject

It's for your own sake

To hell with you! I'm going out

for some air

Did you hurt yourself?

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